Signs

Signs that have been in my life are numerous. So numerous I have forgotten some but they have cemented themselves deep in my faith. I'm going to list out a few of them now and more as they come to mind.

The first is the blind being healed. This has happened three times; the first while I was homeless in Arizona, the second along the route to Washington, the third in Kyoto, Japan. The first time I saw a blind person healed was in a public library in Phoenix, towards Ahwahtukee/Chandler. This girl came into the library with her father and was reading a book in brail. I noticed them come into the building and head towards me while I was reading manga. The father took the girl towards me and then motioned at me while she was reading her book. She focused her eyes on me and appeared to be able to see, whereas she was more being led before and drifting her vision around the room. Later I saw them on the highway, after the second sign but having realized I recognized them they departed, I assume the father did not want me to get to close to his daughter and I have debated exactly what happened. I believe because unlike the next two they did not tell me they were healed in any way the blindness returned.
The second time was at a small hotel, where a man got out of the car while I was swimming in a hot tub and came down with his family to talk to me. He was from a Faith church and I was extremely disheartened at the time, having not really had a confirmation of faith in my eyes yet and we discussed religion. At some point the discussion turned to gambling and the man said that while playing poker he could not see the cards, though he could see well now, and he got a worried look on his face as though he had let something slip. This was almost immediately after or before I told him I wished that God would give me a sign of some sort that He existed, and later I realized that He had indeed given me that as soon as I requested it which is characteristic of His signs as they seem to appear before you finish the sentence if He is going to give them. I believe he kept his sight, but do not remain in physical contact with him.
The third time was as I was wandering around Kyoto, I believe looking for a hotel or embassy. I saw this woman walking with one of those sticks used to test the ground that blind people use to make their way around town, something one would not just have laying around so was assuredly not just a test of some sort where I will admit the other two could possibly have been faked. The woman looked up at me as she drew nearer and got a similar look in her eyes as the little girl, but with a gaped mouth. She nodded at me in thanks and I nodded back and we continued on.

Along with being the Prophet of Revelations I also believe I am the Bhudda of this age. I believe that the Bhudda of the past were in fact prophets, just in a land where Judaism and Christianity was not as prevalent and so they were more tied to their old religions despite being enlightened, hence the off-shoot of a new religion around when they first appeared. In Japan I had some wondrous things happen as I was hoping and praying that the people would see me as the Bhudda so they would accept me and hopefully give me the tools needed to stay. The tools never came but the signs did in my eyes, the first being a heron ate an orange peel I threw in the water. Not a huge deal really but I heard someone say herons never ate anything people gave them, but since mine drifted in the water it ate it immediately. It did not eat the second slice though. Later I was peeling another orange and I saw falcons circling me. I told one of the falcons, "Try it, you'll like it," in jest and as I turned and walked away the falcon swooped down and plucked the orange from my hand. I could feel the claw and wing of the bird and it left me a little startled coming so close to such a powerful bird. I heard that it ate the whole thing, something uncharacteristic of a predator. I then wandered to a playground for children where there was a shrine to one of the old Bhuddas or Japanese Gods in the back. I got close and a deer jumped out from behind the shrine and ran into the forest. I talked to a small child there and said, "Bhudda, Bhudda," pointing at the shrine, "You know?" The child answered, "No." I then walked deeper into a magnificent Koi pond that was more a lake, and had the most amazing wildlife in it. The koi could be seen everywhere and there were hornets five or so inches long, along with lots of large spiders and other bugs. I got up a hill in the forest and there was a woman taking pictures of a deer, I decided to try and feed it and the deer came up and barely put its lips to my hand and turned away. It did not take any of the grass, it could have simply not liked the taste but I like to believe it was more beautiful than that. I nodded at the girl who wasn't paying attention because she was trying to take a picture and said "I'll take that."

I feel that the Bhuddas are a force of the Earth, someone who is more in connection to nature than your average person and is gifted with a higher sense of spiritual understanding from God. I feel that Bhuddas have been around perhaps longer than prophets, from before language even, before understanding was so commonplace. They exist on every habitable planet and grow the intelligence of their species through understanding, prophecy, and enlightenment.

Another noteworthy sign that will never leave my mind is the vision of the Virgin Mary I had. I was praying for God to help me understand and control my power, as the humans are typically too evil to trust with one half of a word and would rather put me through a gauntlet than help me do anything good. They had been exceptionally evil that day and I was growing so tired and distraught over it I felt that some sort of intercession from God was necessary for my well-being. I begged for him to send me an angel to explain how to control my power, and God that it rightfully better to send someone of much more importance to only explain what I should know at the time. I was trying to sleep as I was hoping the vision would come, and I saw the Virgin Mary's eyes. My vision panned out from Her eyes to reveal her face and black veil, then further to reveal Her black dress as well. I was startled at her immense beauty and righteous awe and jumped backward, scared. The Virgin let her head down and closed her eyes, and I fell to the right side and slowly drifted to sleep as I gazed at her. I instantly jumped awake when the vision stopped and knew I was not dreaming. Since then I have realized that a large deal of my power is reliant on the eyes of those I imagine and see. I previously thought it simply helped people understand, as I do myself when I pry apart the subtle emotions when I gaze into peoples' eyes.